Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guyana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Babytalk to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Suicide,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fortunes,
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.